Peter’s two pals were holding their sides, gasping for breath between peels of laughter and the two Mexican bellhops shook their heads. “This guys...is crazy man,” the one bellhop told me, poking me in the side familiarly. “You gonna let him get away with that, man?” “I mean, no, of course not,” I said impotently. But I really had no idea what I was going to do. “You like that, huh?” asked my wife. She was pinching her nipples shamelessly for the big hairy Peter while he jerked himself with a. I remember how I fought how I cried how I screamed and begged. All futile now. Ive fallen in over my head and there is no turning back now. But remembering it all kinda helps. It kinda still gives me a small silver lining on the very edges of the clouds. Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this happened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the. The name Billy was said with the same tone you would use to talk about a rattlesnake. "Molly is my sister in law and I'll not stand by and let her or my brother be run off their ranch." And who might you be to talk so big," Billy replied. "There am three of us Mister." My name is Tyler Rawlings."Billy's face and those of his companions turned a sickly shade of gray. "The gunfighter?" Tom asked. "From Dewitt County in Texas?" Tyler nodded, his smile made him look like a big cat on the prowl and. She then touched my chest, massaging each of my breasts. My nipples suddenly hardened. Her hands lightly brushed over them. She and I both realized how much this was turning me on. She continued to rub my breasts and my nipples and I moaned. I loved this! She continued down my body, she reached around and grabbed my ass in both of her hands. I think she wanted to touch me between my legs but instead continued down my left leg, massaging it as she went down. She then started on my right ankle.